St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-06-19
OLD GRINDERS DEFEAT.

Old Grinder was the richest old cur
mudgeOn i'll all the country round.
There was time when he was not
called Old Grinder, but John Oakley,
which was his real name, and in those
days he won fair, gentle woman, who
died, leaving behind a daughter, Nan
ME.
AS Mamie grew up her father grew
Old, grew cross, grew miSerly, grew UNI
endurable and eXacting to an intOlera-
BILE degree. When Mamie was Is her
father employed clerk, d handsome
young fellow, named Richard Sherman,
who, by his industry, increased John
Oakley'S business to such an extent that
he felt entitled to larger compensation.
When he asked the old man for more
salary the old man bluntly refused
richards request. The faithful clerk
then said:
Il think, Mr.. Oakley, we had better
part. L can command twice my present
salary, elsewhere, easily. l should not
have stayed with you so long if it hadn't
been for your daughter
1t was all out now.
John Oakley'S face grew purple with
rage. He IaVed-he Swore. At last, as
the readieSt way to punish the young
man, he poured out his rage upon Nan
HE.
Imagine the young girls torture-how
she was driven from misery to despair,
till at last, one bitter winters night, she
fled from the place she called home, with
wOman'S trust in his love. They had
got upon the railway at the nearest sta
ton. and, in any event. would have two
hours start of the old man. Now, thanks
to some ineXplicable delay, there would
be five. After weary wait the train
came.
& & & &
got scat in sight of John Oakley.
Somehow had a prem0nitiOn that was
called To special service in Nannie'S be-
half, for L had heard the story from the
statiionmaster while waiting. The train
sped on. By and by we ran into little
station. Out from the waiting-room
came a tall, manly fellow, leading a
slight figure wrapped in a waterproof.
In passing the door her hood slipped
aside and L saw her face.
The old man was nodding, his head
upon his breast. Presently L saw the
young man start and in an instant Nam
nie uttered suppressed Shrek. L
hastily rose and went toward them.
you are Richard Sherman and this
is Nannie?'
He nodded-looked in my face with
under the waterproof and claSped hers
warmly.
Keep your face concealed in the
hood, my dear. | whispered. "Mr.
Sherman, you had better draw your
muller up
He obeyed mechanically. He was mo-
mcntarily bewildered, but only for
moment
''How do you happen to be here?" l
asked, distressed.
1--WE stopped to throw him off the
scent. We thought he would follow in
the ) O'Clock train, and that we could
take the q o'clock with safety. We knew
he would rush straight through town,
believing us to be gone west"
''Oh, dear, how unlucky! This is the
3 O'Clock train. 1t was delayed three
hourS.''
Richard glanced over at his enemy,
browsing opposite.
O''YOu had better go straight to town
now. You will easily elude him. Per-
haps | can help YOU He thanked me
by grateful look and l crept back to
| my place. The train sped OH. Tie
darkness deepened. At last, with
rush and roar, we swept into the sta
ton. The crowd passed ont. put my
self between John Oakley and the
| lovers. ] saw them alight. Somebody
| rushed by and somehow Mamie got
separated from Richard
MANNER" heard him say, Ill quick
| tone OF alarm.
JOhu Oakley heard, too. He pushed
| by me. The bright light in the station
| fell upon them.
Sly heaven, there they are!" he NUT
| tered. eAIltantly.
| He flung himself out. Richard saw
| his danger. In sn instant he had put
| Mamie into carriage and sDrang in
| astt ser. lie gave all oidei under his
! blpaJa. The diver mounted the box.
''oi0p! stOp!' shouted the Infatuated
old man.
The driver Laughed significantly and
| drove OFF. AS the carriage turned into
| the stream Of light Old Grinders sharp
| eye saw the name OIL the panel. He
turned. laundering upon HE in the dark,
| rage in waiting. He seized its door.
80 the Clarendon house as fast as
| you can sol" he roared.
The coachmal staI cd.
cit is all right" | whispered; 'sonly
| drive home by the longest way"
| Christie, my cOachman. drove off
| through lighted streets again. Oakley
began to be impatient. Presently he be-
came maudlin, talked about conspiracies
| ana lngratlLllde, anu otherwise enter
tanned me i'll fine style till Christie drove
| up to my own gate. Then. ran up the
steps into my husbands arms. In
breath had told the story.
''Alld, oh, BERTHE, you must go back
with hin; but please don't go as quick
as you call"
Berthe laughed, put on his great coat
| leisurely, lighted his cigar, kissed me,
and went. 1t was good two hours be-
fore he returned. l ran down to meet
| him.
''Oh, tell me-did they get off? and
what did Mr.. Oakley say? and where did
| you leave him?'
"They got off, my lady. We drove to
the Clarendon. Mr.. Oakley Numbered
at the clerk. That gentlemanly person
opened his book and smiled as he pointed
| to an entry: Mr.. and Mrs. Richard
Sherman They left ten minutes since
i'll the owl train he said, blandly."
"And Mr.. Oakley?" l asked, breath
lessly.
'Raved, OF course. expostulated.
Finally he cooled down, bought a home
ward ticket, AID i left him waiting for
the train"